That would be an elevator,
while I ride my alligator.
I don't kno how to spell this word,
There, I just gave you the bird.
So I'll add a chorus now,
Even as I write this now.
You just go with the flow,
Let it roll down the bowl.
Oh damn, this song has no subject,
I feel like a reject.
So I'll add a chorus now,
Even as I write this now.
Even I can rhyme with desk,
See how I put your song to the test.
I got poetic bitch,
now where'd I leave my sandwich.
Oh you're done already,
so I must keep my hand steady.
So I'll add a chorus now,
Even as I write this now.
There standing while I sat,
I solftly pet my kitty cat.
Wondering what to title my next song,
This little tune wandered along.
It started; bee low jo bakin rip,
doo yee hiff chips fo is ranch dip.
It totally threw me for a while,
and I forgot all about the title.
Chaos is beautiful,
So I continued with my musical.
It went; bee low jo bakin rip,
doo yee hiff chips fo is ranch dip.
So I said screw the song title anywho,
I'm sure it would have turned shitty too.
So finished; bee low jo bakin rip,
doo yee hiff chips fo is ranch dip.
Than yee! Than yee!
Stonehenge! It's a rock!
Stonehenge! We like to rock!
Like the mystical rock formation,
Sending its rock sensation,
With over one hundred stones to see,
it's all just rock and roll to me!
Blue stone, saren stone, that weighs a ton,
But without the rock, that party would be dun.
Some guy using mere sticks for tools,
Give it up to the original rocker, he was no fool!
Stonehenge! It's a rock!
Stonehenge! We like to rock!
Could be markings of some calender or clock,
All I kno is that Stonehenge rocks.
Some believe it's an ancient burial ground,
And just may be the greatest rock party found.
So from past and into the future it's out of sight,
The birthplace of rock, you're damn right.
So when I'm dead you kno where I'll be found.
Stonehenge where the rock is all around.
Stonehenge! It's a rock!
Stonehenge! We like to rock!
with but one thing to give
songs that you can feel
in your speakers they do live
The big green rooster on the box,
has them running here in flox.
Those crispy little flakes,
make a sound like earthquakes.
Sending shivers down 'ur spine,
have to eat them all the time.
Even when I'm feeling blue,
I can pour a bowl or two.
And my dark clouds go away,
they just float on away.
Forlorn born horny corn chips of crispy tripsy shit!
So what is this little man running from?
It's the monster in my tum tum.
Who says that tripsy shit is yum yum?
The gum on my runner ain't a pun as fun
as the hun who won my heart
with a bowl of tripsy yum.
Forlorn born horny corn chips of crispy tripsy shit!
I give you now a box with care,
Do not mind me I just might stare.
As you take your first full bite,
Your body is filled with might.
The big green rooster gives a doodle dee,
And the whole world is set free.
Use them don't abuse them,
Eat them don't reap them.
Hold that rooster way up high,
and hear that cockadoodle cry.
Forlorn born horny corn chips of crispy tripsy shit!
Forlorn born horny corn chips of crispy tripsy shit!